| She’s the queen of Valencia du tu du
|
| High pulp and oranges
|
| She’s the girl that was meant for your, du tu du
|
| And she’s so gorgeous
|
| Catching rays in the lovely Florida sun, huu-aah-ooh
|
| Passing days in an orchard made for fun, hooh-aah-uuh
|
| She was with you as a child
|
| And will follow you to your grave, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
|
| She’s the light in the morning, tu du tu
|
| Twelve fluid ounces
|
| Brings a smile without warning, tu du tu
|
| From town to town she’s
|
| Sittin' now in a local grocery store. |
| Huu-aah-uuh
|
| Take her home, open up the freezer door, huuh-aah-uu
|
| She was with you as a child
|
| And will follow you to your grave, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
|
| Huuu-aaa-huuah
|
| Huuu-ah-huuhah
|
| Huuua-huu-aaa |